30

RILEY

Time seemed to stand still as Danica and I watched what seemed like a scene straight from the movies.

It looked so unreal.

I had been too busy refilling the glasses of the ever insatiable guests that I potentially could have lost out on the drama that was unfolding.

Thank goodness the ever alert Danica, her eyes always capturing scenes mine did not have the capacity to, caught it with her camera called eyes.

"Riley!," she had whispered briskly, trying to get my attention.

But I was too busy attending to those "a little more whisky, please" guests that I didn't hear the first time. Besides, Danica has a tiny voice, one that requires a lot of effort to hear, even from such close range.

"Riley! Look!," she called again, pointing her fingers to a direction.

Luckily, I saw in time what she was trying to show me.

As if someone had cast some spell on me, I stopped, oblivious of the guest who had stretched his empty glass before me for another refill.

Danica had quickly walked u